_Nov. 23._-In the evening I had a large party of new acquaintance; the
provost of Eton, Dr. Roberts, his lady, Mr. Dewes, Miss Port, the Duke
of Montagu, General Bude, Colonel Goldsworthy, and Madame de la Fite.
The party had the royal sanction, I need not tell you. The king and
queen are always well disposed to shew civility to the people of Eton
and Windsor, and were therefore even pleased at the visit.
The provost is very fat, with a large paunch and gouty legs. He
is good-humoured, loquacious, gay, civil, and parading. I am told,
nevertheless, he is a poet, and a very good one. This, indeed, appears
not, neither in a person such as I have described, nor in manners such
as have drawn from me the character just given.
Mrs. Roberts is a fine woman, though no longer very young; she is his
second wife, and very kind to all his family. She seems good-natured and
sensible.
The evening turned out very well: they were so delighted with making a
visit under the royal roof, that everything that passed pleased them:
and the sight of that disposition helped me to a little more spirit than
usual in receiving them.
The king came into the room to fetch Mrs. Delany, and looked much
disappointed at missing her; nevertheless, he came forward, and entered
into conversation with the provost, upon Eton, the present state of the
school, and all that belongs to its establishment. His majesty takes a
great interest in the welfare and prosperity of that seminary.
The provost was enchanted by this opportunity of a long and private
conference, and his lady was in raptures in witnessing it. She
concluded, from that time, that the door would never open, but for the
entrance of some of the royal family; and when the equerries came, she
whispered me, “Who are they?” And again, on the appearance of a star on
the Duke of Montagu., she said, “Who can that be, Miss Burney?”